The cats have been very communicative lately.

Yesterday, I had a dental emergency (broken, very painful molar,
INEFFECTIVE anesthesia for the extraction and a six-hour long visit) which
kept me out until 830 pm. Senyah had gone to church, and closed the bedroom
door on Little Feet and Dulce Mae.

Now, Dulce Mae rarely vocalizes. Even her purrs are quiet. But last night,
she talked and complained about 'that woman' who closed her up. Little Feet
threw in an occasional meow, as if to agree with various points.

Monday, I was in the bathroom, with Bucky at my feet. I asked him if he
was okay. He rumbled out a purr. I asked him how his paw was doing. He held
it up and flexed it a few times, to show me it was fine.

Such smart cats!


Hugs and Purrs,
Mark

--
Proof of Sanity Forged Upon Request